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A/N: Sorry for the late upload. I was busy the whole week. Anyway, here's an update. :) Enjoy.


Chapter 2

6 Years Later…

Quinn Fabray was late. Well, she was running later than usual which for Quinn was absurd since she prided herself to be a fairly punctual person. Except for today perhaps because today, Quinn was late.

Being an up and coming Broadway star, Quinn had been busy joining auditions and callbacks for the last few months. She had gotten home late the previous night because of one of these callbacks and had slept late. Ultimately, she had woken up late.

It was already twenty minutes past ten when she finally arrived at JFK Airport and entered the arrival area. Without hesitation, she began to scan the place for a familiar face. Santana's flight from Chicago to New York had, supposedly, landed an hour ago.

Quinn cursed silently and craned her neck to no avail. She silently prayed for a miracle and just like that, someone tapped her on her shoulder. Quinn twirled around and to her surprise and delight, Santana stood behind her, a smug smirk on her face, arms crossed.

"Santana!" Quinn couldn't help but grin.

"And I thought punctuality was your thing, Fabray." Santana shot good-naturedly at Quinn.

Quinn's smile widened and without hesitation, she pulled Santana into an embrace. "I can't believe you're here!" She pulled away from the hug and took a good look at her friend, who was simply dressed in black jeans, a plain white form-fitting top, a black leather jacket and black ankle length suede boots.

"Don't ogle, Quinn." Santana teased when she noticed Quinn staring. "It's rude."

"You look amazing." Quinn uttered then she shook her head and frowned. "What the fuck did Northwestern do to you?"

Santana laughed and chose to ignore the question. "We should go. I've been here for an hour and I want to get out of here!"

Quinn suddenly looked sheepish. "I'm sorry about that."

"It's all good. A little waiting never hurt anybody."

Quinn smiled. "No luggage?"

"Sent everything over in advance, remember? Plus, I've got my trusty guitar and photography equipment all ready here." She pointed to a battered guitar case by her feet and a large duffel bag presumably holding all her photography equipment. "We're good to go!"

Quinn smiled at her friend's excitement. "Well then, let's get you to your new home!"

Despite the excitement, the drive back was relatively quiet as Quinn fell asleep almost immediately when the cab had driven off, her head resting on Santana's shoulder. Though she missed Quinn and had not seen her friend in almost two years, she was tired from the flight and the move and Santana welcomed the silence, opting to look out the window and watch the unfamiliar sceneries flit before her eyes instead, getting lost in her thoughts.

She had done well for herself after graduating from William McKinley High. She had garnered a 3.5 on her GPA and had been on the top of her game in classes. Throughout her senior year, she picked up the hobby of writing and her love for music never waned, even though she had quit the Glee Club, and so she was ecstatic to find out that she was one of the students eligible to apply for both a Bachelor of Arts degree from Medill School of Journalism and a Bachelor of Music from Bienen School of Music in a special five-year program at Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. She was accepted with ease and she began her college life with vigor and excitement. By her junior year, she had been offered by the Dean to apply for the Accelerated Master's Program in Journalism and by the time her five years was over in Northwestern, Santana was a summa cum laude who had earned a Bachelor of Music Degree and a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Journalism as well as a Master's Degree in Journalism.

But now that she was out of Northwestern, now that she was done with studies, Santana wasn't sure what she wanted to do next. Albeit, her choices were many and varied and she was pretty sure she could do whatever she wanted within in her field, Santana was still quite lost in the world and she had to admit that she had never really found her way back. She was hoping the move to New York would help.

She hoped New York had the answers.


Santana let out a groan and covered her face with her hands in frustration as she sat at her desk. It was seven-thirty pm on a Saturday evening and she wasn't supposed to be at work and yet there she was, sitting at her desk, working.

It had been a month since Santana had moved from Chicago to New York and the life she was living was a whirlwind of activities, literally. The moment she had settled into her new apartment that she was sharing with Quinn, she had applied for a job at The New York Times. Much to her surprise, she had been contacted almost immediately the next day and was hired right after the interview. Within a week, she was a regular and within two weeks, was slated to be one of the reporters who were being eyed for the position of copy editor which was a big thing. No newbie had ever been considered for a higher position in the span of a month.

But she wasn't a copy editor just yet. She was still a reporter and her job was to finish the article at hand and pass it in by eight-thirty pm. No more no less. She had been called in earlier to cover an unexpected front page story for tomorrow's edition and she had less than an hour to write it up.

Santana let out another groan and removed her hands from her face, glaring at the blank document on her desktop monitor, the blinking cursor taunting her. Just then, her phone rang, jolting her from her evil glaring at the desktop screen. She swiped her phone from her desk and checked the screen.

Quinn Fabray calling.

Santana couldn't help but smile. Quinn was a "text" person and she only ever called if something good had happened.

She answered it, twirling around in her swiveling chair. "What's up, Fabray?"

There was a shriek and Santana had to take her ear away from the phone, grimacing. She waited for the shriek to subside before she returned the phone to her ear. "Holy shit, Quinn. You don't have to freaking scream my ears off!"

"I'm so sorry, San!" Quinn excitedly apologized on the other line. "But I've got great news! No, wonderful! Exceptional news!"

Santana raised an eyebrow. "Please, do tell."

"I'VE BEEN CHOSEN! They chose me out of all who auditioned! After all the callbacks, I've finally gotten the spot!" Quinn babbled away, clearly ecstatic. "They chose me, San! Finally!"

"Wow… Oh, wow!" Santana was lost for words. The she straightened as Quinn's words sank in. She was talking about Broadway. "That's… Quinn! That's wonderful! Fuck, that's great news! All your hard work has finally paid off!"

"Yes, yes it has." Quinn sounded tearful and Santana suddenly felt pride swell in her. Quinn had been through so much and it made Santana so proud to know that her friend was living her dreams.

"This calls for a celebration!"

Quinn snorted. "I'm way ahead of you. I've got a few people coming over to celebrate! Be home by eight! I'm picking up the liquor and food as we speak. Tonight, we are going to get ridiculously drunk and we are going to honor fabulous me!"

Santana could not help but laugh at her friend's enthusiasm. "I'll be slightly late. I've got to finish this article I'm doing right now. Expect me to be there by nine, Quinn."

"Ugh. Can't you get off earlier?"

"I'll try. It all boils down to how quickly I can write this article. A decent article." She added.

"Well, hurry it up, bitch! I'll be waiting for you with open arms and tequila!"

"Don't get drunk without me."

"Would never think of it! See you!"

And before Santana could reply, Quinn had hung up. Santana shook her head and smiled. She let out a sigh and with a renewed vigor, faced her desktop monitor, sliding her phone onto the desk. She eyed the monitor beadily.

"I will finish you." She growled. "And I will have fun tonight." Santana began to type away furiously on her keyboard for the next fifty minutes, occasionally looking at a notepad she had and listening to a recorder she had used earlier to record interviews. She finished with barely ten minutes to send it to her editor. Clicking on the send button, Santana smiled triumphantly, feeling fulfilled.

She jumped up from her chair and reached for her phone, ready to text Quinn that she was finally on her way but was deterred when she saw her phone had switched itself off. Santana shrugged and she quickly got her things and put it in her bag before she hurried out of the office.

Along the way home, Santana made a stop at the liquor shop, buying an array of white rum and premium rum (her preferred drink), some lime mix and a few bottles of Mountain Dew.

She arrived at exactly nine and opened the door to the apartment to find a party in full swing. The music was pumping and a lot of people had turned up and suddenly Santana froze. She didn't know half the people who were here and Quinn was nowhere in sight. With a deep breath, she stepped in and closed the door behind her. She hadn't been to a party since… Since her sophomore year in college and those parties had been wild. She cringed at the thought but shook her head, reminding herself that this was a celebration and that the quicker she got alcohol into her system, the happier she'd be. She made her way to the kitchen. Empty beer bottles along with tequila bottles littered the counter and Santana raised an eyebrow as she set her purchase down.

How much had they drank?, Santana thought as she took out the rum. With quick movements, she got a pitcher out and began to mix her "signature" drink that consisted of the white rum, Mountain Dew and lime mix. Within minutes, it was finished and she grinned as she reached for an empty red cup on the counter.

She poured herself a generous amount and downed the drink within seconds, savoring the stinging taste in the back of her throat. She needed this. She hadn't drank in god knows how long and she missed it. She poured herself a second, a third, a fourth… She wasn't sure how long she had been in the kitchen, mixing a new batch of her drink, when Quinn finally found her downing her tenth cup.

"You're here!" Quinn squealed as she ran over to Santana, hugging her.

Santana laughed and hugged back. "Yeah, I'm here."

Quinn took a step back and raised an eyebrow at the green mixture. "I see you got started."

"I could say the same to you." Santana pointed to the empty bottles. She poured Quinn a cup of her drink and thrust it to her.

"What is this?"

"I call this "Santana's Red Nose"." Santana quipped. "I created it in college." She explained at Quinn's questioning face. She raised her cup. "To you, Quinn!"

Quinn laughed and raised her cup, mimicking Santana's gesture and they both downed the drink. Santana finished first and cheered Quinn on.

"Fuck, that's good!" Quinn marveled, licking her lips once she had finished drinking.

"Careful, it's a silent killer." Santana winked. She poured them another cup and they downed it within seconds. "Now," Santana straightened. "Let's see if you throw a decent party."

Quinn flipped Santana the bird who stuck her tongue out in reply. Quinn rolled her eyes and grabbed Santana's hand, dragging the Latina out of the kitchen and into the living room to introduce her to some people.

Santana was polite, smiling and shaking hands with everyone she was introduced to. In the middle of getting to know people, Quinn had disappeared and left Santana alone and she was getting restless. The alcohol had finally made its way into her system. She was feeling warm and fuzzy inside and a little woozy. She looked up at the man who had introduced himself to her and who was talking to her animatedly about music; tall, dark and handsome. Totally her type if only she hadn't preferred girls more.

Santana giggled at the thought and the man smiled, gaining confidence which only made Santana laugh out loudly. "I'm sorry but I'm into girls." She informed him sweetly. His face crumpled at her words and Santana could not help but let out another giggle as she bounded away.

Yep. The alcohol had really gotten into her system. She made her way through the crowd, not looking where she was going and instantly bumped into someone, nearly knocking them over.

Santana burst out laughing. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" She straightened and dusted herself.

"It's quite alright." A familiar voice replied.

Santana suddenly froze in horror. That voice was eerily familiar. She looked up and gasped, taking a step back. "K-Kurt?"

Kurt's eyes widened, mirroring Santana's facial expression. "Satan?"

Santana flinched at the choice of nickname he had used and Kurt backtracked. "I mean, Santana! What… What are you doing here?" He ssked faintly.

"I… I live her?" She questioned.

"With Quinn?" His eyes darted around the room as if looking for someone. "Since when?"

"Since a month ago!"

"San!" Someone called out and Santana quickly whipped around and watched as Quinn approached her, her won eyes widening when she saw Kurt.

"Kurt!" Quinn pushed past Santana and hugged Kurt who hugged her back happily. "When did you get back?" She squealed.

"An hour ago." He answered. "We heard about the party and the news and we thought we'd surprise you! Congratulations, Quinn!"

"We?" Santana questioned.

Kurt's eyes darted from Santana then back to Quinn who blanched at the situation the three were in. "She lives with you? You never told us!"

"It never crossed my mind to tell you!" Quinn defended.

"Really?" Kurt looked skeptical. "You didn't think it would be a good idea to tell us she," he gestured to Santana who was still frozen in place. "lives with you now?"

"WE?" Santana repeated, paling slightly. "Who is we?"

Quinn groaned. "Oh fuck…"

"You got that right." Kurt admonished.

"Who is WE?" Santana squeaked in a high pitched voice,

Quinn turned to her. "San, I'm so sorry. I forgot to tell you that-"

But Quinn never got to her finish because at that moment, a flurry of brown hair bolted past Santana and hugged Quinn. "Quinn!" The girl excitedly shrieked. "I've missed you so much, my darling! I've heard the news and I am beyond overwhelmed! I just had to get here right after we landed!"

Quinn looked at Santana apologetically, eyes begging for forgiveness as Santana realized who it was hugging Quinn.

Rachel noticed Quinn's silence and looked up at her, following her line of vision. She turned around to see who she was staring at and did a double take at the sight. "S-Santana?" Rachel uttered, shocked and confused.

"Santana?" Came a voice from behind the Latina.

"Don't turn around." Quinn mouthed at Santana furiously but Santana was slow to react and her brain had apparently frozen up. By the time she had full processed what Quinn had mouthed, she was turning around to see who it was that had said her name out loud.

Shocked icy blue eyes stared back into equally surprised brown ones. Santana felt her throat constrict as her heart began to beat rapidly, pounding dully against her chest. There before her stood a beautiful and tall blonde dressed in jeans, a white wifebeater and black keds. Her blonde.

"Britt?" Santana finally managed to utter.

Brittany's eyes widened at the mention of her name and she gaped at Santana, at lost for words. They stood there, staring at one another, the tension between them heightening with every scond that passed.

Suddenly feeling dizzy, Santana stumbled back slightly. She put a hand to her head. "I… I think I need a drink."


A/N: Thanks for reading. Not my best but I'll do better next chapter. Thank you for reading. Review if you'd like to. Thanks!